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[IG42]

Tannur - Back Garden

As Silver struggled Tannur tightened his hold and thanked his lucky stars that she wasn't able to put up more of a fight, still in his diminished state it was hard to keep her still. "Alright so confused may have been a nice way of saying crazed so we'll just be getting out of your way." With a heroic effort he managed to drag Silver a few paces towards the gate but froze as he saw a large metal object flashed past noisily. "What was that thing? A runaway cart?"

Staring between the houses he saw another of the strange "carts" pass by in the opposite direction before he registered the stranger's question. "Injured? No no she's fine." He said trying to act casual, he would have pulled out the ring Lucrezia had given him before they left and used it to get the local to leave them alone but between keeping Silver's teeth away from him and fighting with his own ill-fitting clothes.

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[ReverseTex]

Daniel Payne

The state of pure weakness Daniel had been in dissipated like boiling water as the blinding lights and sensory overload died... The werewolf opened his eyes, leveled with a cold stone-like surface. Running a careful finger across the patchy rock, he slowly pushed himself off the ground. Coming to a sitting position, Daniel took a deep breath as he studied the sheltered alley. Large brick buildings stood on either side of him, hiding the sun from his view... Running a hand to his hea- What? Hair? Lightly he squeezed the newly acquired locks on his head, their fullness making him raise a questionable eyebrow to himself...

Glancing to his right, Daniel spotted a smaller looking man than himself, with more of a moppy-type hairstyle. Could it be one of his companions...? “Arryn?” His voice sounded different, lacking the gritty sound he had grown used to over the years, now contained a sort of cool-suave. The man responded according to the name, which meant he wasn’t entire alone.

“Do you have any clue where we are?And also, what do I look like? I don’t feel the same...?” Daniel stood himself up, and extended a hand to his fellow friend for assistance.







Interactions / Mentions
Back alley of London. With Arryn.

MagicPenguin
WillfulWren

 

[Dragonlord318]

Tannur - Back Garden

As Silver struggled Tannur tightened his hold and thanked his lucky stars that she wasn't able to put up more of a fight, still in his diminished state it was hard to keep her still. "Alright so confused may have been a nice way of saying crazed so we'll just be getting out of your way." With a heroic effort he managed to drag Silver a few paces towards the gate but froze as he saw a large metal object flashed past noisily. "What was that thing? A runaway cart?"

Staring between the houses he saw another of the strange "carts" pass by in the opposite direction before he registered the stranger's question. "Injured? No no she's fine." He said trying to act casual, he would have pulled out the ring Lucrezia had given him before they left and used it to get the local to leave them alone but between keeping Silver's teeth away from him and fighting with his own ill-fitting clothes.

WillfulWren Dragonlord318

William was more than a little disturbed by their behavior. It seemed like the girl was dazed and out of her mind while the boy was more calm and in control. She wasn't screaming for help, but that could be due to her panicked state.

He let go of his weapon and held up both hands. "Come inside," he said. "I have some clothes that...you both could wear." They both seemed tattered. A little smaller than him, but that was likely due to his workout regimen. His clothes should fit, albeit a little more baggy on the girl.

Plus, he wasn't going to let some psycho kidnap a girl - if that was the case.

If the boy ran, he could use his whip to stop him, or let him go and save the girl.

Best case scenario, the blood was from her attacker and he helped a struggling pair get through a tough time. Worst case scenario, the blood is from another innocent person and the authorities would take care of it when they got there. If he let them go, they'd be in the wind and the police would have no way of tracking them.

WillfulWren IG42

 

[koala]

Elena "Rose" Benoit

Midmorning
Elena’s morning started off the same as any other day. She woke up before the sun peaked over the tall, London skyscrapers, watered her plants, fed her cat, and officially got ready for the day. Her routine consisted of showering and brushing her teeth until her gum’s bled before throwing something simple and random to wear. For a woman her age living in a fashionable city, she was probably the opposite of stylish. Everything she wore was rather minimalistic, but it wasn’t as if she cared about the wandering eyes. Her comfort was the only thing that mattered.

Next stop: Whitechapel Station. Please be careful on your way out and have a wonderful day.

The bus came to a slow and gentle stop as Elena began to tidy up. The book she was reading was swiftly closed and returned to her hollow bag, her arm slipping through the deep handles. With the thin material firmly in her grasp, she got up from her seat and made her way towards the exit. "Excuse me. Pardon me." Elena spoke softy as she maneuvered through the growing crowd. A loud sigh escaped her naturally rosy pink lips as her feet finally touched the concrete ground.

Deep brown eyes scanned the area in awe as she walked, soaking in both the people and the architecture. Elena had worked in the Whitechapel region for years at the same bookstore, yet the scene was always breathtaking. Whitechapel was one of the older areas of London, with its multicultural scene and traditional pubs and stores. There were people constantly walking through the main street, meaning Elena would always struggle to get to the store. Waves of people often pushed her further back than forwards, which often made her late to work.

When she finally reached the store, a frown formed on her lips as she looked up at the sign: Author's Attic. The "At" in "Attic" was still worn down from the recent storm, making anyone who only glanced at the sign read "Author's tic." The twenty-one year old sighed as she stepped into the building, the sound of a bell echoing throughout the interior. The smell of paper, both new and old books, tickled her nose in a delightful manner as she soon found herself smiling.

"Good morning, Tom." Elena greeted the store owner, Thomas, whom was an older man that enjoyed one too many biscuits. He was a jolly fellow with a graying head of hair and growing belly. Regardless of his appearance, however, he was a young man at heart and enjoyed making that very clear.

"Morning?" Thomas replied as he looked down from the ladder he was one, peering through his square glasses. "Why you might as well go to lunch. It's nearly noon, Lass!" His words were a bit harsh but his tone was humorous, his Scottish accent only emphasizing the humor. He understood that Elena was often late due to the business, and he couldn't really complain. She was his hardest worker and would often work nine hour shifts from 11 until 8, which was the official closing time. Those nine hours didn't include the amount of time it took to clean up and prepare for the next day though.

Elena laughed as she shook her head slightly, daring to walk under the leaning ladder and taunting the man. "Yeah, yeah. I'll go set my stuff down and come right out."

Late Afternoon
Time went by rather quickly since most of it was spent unboxing and shelving the new books. A few beads of sweat trickled down the side of Elena's face and she wiped it off immediately. The store normally kept its doors open all day until the sun went down, meaning the air conditioning often escaped the front portion of the building. It was a waste of cool air in Elena's opinion, but open doors was part of Author's Attic's traditional charm.

"Rosey!" Thomas called from the back, his voice booming and startling some browsers. "After you take out the trash, take a break, alright!"

"Yes, sir!" Elena responded as she finished up a shelf. She looked at the thin watch on her wrist and noted the time before heading to the back and grabbing two full trash bags. The woman was sighing in relief when she was finally able to escape the busy front part of the store, retreating to the back alleyway. As she bumped the door open with her back, she noticed a slight resistance that nearly sent her tumbling backwards. When she realized the door had hit someone, she let out a loud gasp.

"Mother of g-... Oh my- are you okay?" Elena asked as dropped the bags to check the person she'd managed to knock over.

outfit: 1
location: Author's Attic
interacting: Anyone in the alleyway????

Spoiler: V2

Elena "Rose" Benoit

Outfit: 1
Location: Author's Attic
Interacting: Anyone in the alleyway????

Midmorning
Elena’s morning started off the same as any other day. She woke up before the sun peaked over the tall, London skyscrapers, watered her plants, fed her cat, and officially got ready for the day. Her routine consisted of showering and brushing her teeth until her gum’s bled before throwing something simple and random to wear. For a woman her age living in a fashionable city, she was probably the opposite of stylish. Everything she wore was rather minimalistic, but it wasn’t as if she cared about the wandering eyes. Her comfort was the only thing that mattered.

Next stop: Whitechapel Station. Please be careful on your way out and have a wonderful day.

The bus came to a slow and gentle stop as Elena began to tidy up. The book she was reading was swiftly closed and returned to her hollow bag, her arm slipping through the deep handles. With the thin material firmly in her grasp, she got up from her seat and made her way towards the exit. "Excuse me. Pardon me." Elena spoke softy as she maneuvered through the growing crowd. A loud sigh escaped her naturally rosy pink lips as her feet finally touched the concrete ground.

Deep brown eyes scanned the area in awe as she walked, soaking in both the people and the architecture. Elena had worked in the Whitechapel region for years at the same bookstore, yet the scene was always breathtaking. Whitechapel was one of the older areas of London, with its multicultural scene and traditional pubs and stores. There were people constantly walking through the main street, meaning Elena would always struggle to get to the store. Waves of people often pushed her further back than forwards, which often made her late to work.

When she finally reached the store, a frown formed on her lips as she looked up at the sign: Author's Attic. The "At" in "Attic" was still worn down from the recent storm, making anyone who only glanced at the sign read "Author's tic." The twenty-one year old sighed as she stepped into the building, the sound of a bell echoing throughout the interior. The smell of paper, both new and old books, tickled her nose in a delightful manner as she soon found herself smiling.

"Good morning, Tom." Elena greeted the store owner, Thomas, whom was an older man that enjoyed one too many biscuits. He was a jolly fellow with a graying head of hair and growing belly. Regardless of his appearance, however, he was a young man at heart and enjoyed making that very clear.

"Morning?" Thomas replied as he looked down from the ladder he was one, peering through his square glasses. "Why you might as well go to lunch. It's nearly noon, Lass!" His words were a bit harsh but his tone was humorous, his Scottish accent only emphasizing the humor. He understood that Elena was often late due to the business, and he couldn't really complain. She was his hardest worker and would often work nine hour shifts from 11 until 8, which was the official closing time. Those nine hours didn't include the amount of time it took to clean up and prepare for the next day though.

Elena laughed as she shook her head slightly, daring to walk under the leaning ladder and taunting the man. "Yeah, yeah. I'll go set my stuff down and come right out."

Late Afternoon
Time went by rather quickly since most of it was spent unboxing and shelving the new books. A few beads of sweat trickled down the side of Elena's face and she wiped it off immediately. The store normally kept its doors open all day until the sun went down, meaning the air conditioning often escaped the front portion of the building. It was a waste of cool air in Elena's opinion, but open doors was part of Author's Attic's traditional charm.

"Rosey!" Thomas called from the back, his voice booming and startling some browsers. "After you take out the trash, take a break, alright!"

"Yes, sir!" Elena responded as she finished up a shelf. She looked at the thin watch on her wrist and noted the time before heading to the back and grabbing two full trash bags. The woman was sighing in relief when she was finally able to escape the busy front part of the store, retreating to the back alleyway. As she bumped the door open with her back, she noticed a slight resistance that nearly sent her tumbling backwards. When she realized the door had hit someone, she let out a loud gasp.

"Mother of g-... Oh my- are you okay?" Elena asked as dropped the bags to check the person she'd managed to knock over.

 

[Avari]

LUCREZIA + RAIJIN
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The rest of the encounter with the City Guards had not gone...well. In fact, in retrospect she really should have tried to stop the Ogre-turned-noodle from tackling the man to the ground. Well. Attempted tackle. The guard probably hadn't meant any harm to Lucrezia when he had reached out to her - no doubt he thought she was in some sort of trouble - but Rai had instantly given a roar cry and jumped at him. He was always so terribly protective, but it had been rather disturbing to see him...practically bounce off.

In further retrospect, she probably shouldn't have grabbed that glass bottle to defend herself. The speed at which she had been disarmed had been rather...well. embarrassing for everyone involved.

Now the pair had been handcuffed and stuffed into the back of a metal, horseless carriage - with the two guards climbing in the front and briskly telling them that they were "Being taken to the station to get all this straightened out." and they were asked several times if they had "taken any substances" recently. She had promptly kicked Rai in the shin when it looked like he was going to open his mouth again and no doubt make the whole thing a hundred times worse.

Lucrezia gave her cuffed hands an experimental tug, and leaned back in her - rather uncomfortable - seat taking a moment to glance out the glass window.

There were humans everywhere.

An old lady in a patterned headscarf hobbled along, two plastic bags with the words "TESCO" emblazoned on them. Was that what this world was called here? TESCO?
A man wearing bright clothing was pushing some sort of dust cart along the pavement - he paused at a metal looking bin and emptied its contents into his own. Several young human children were gathered outside what looked to be a shop window, backpacks slung low over their shoulders. There were so many people that Lucrezia had trouble keeping up - it was like watching a flock of birds, except far more chaotic. She saw that there were other large metal wheeled boxes like the one they had been locked in rolling around, with no visible means of power.

She turned back from the window, and gave Raijin - who was looking similarly anxious - a reassuring glance, and then rested her head and closed her eyes; to block out the overwhelming chaotic din from outside.

She would need answers, and soon.


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INTERACTION QizPizza

 

[MagicPenguin]

Arryn Blacksmith
Random London Backalley

It took Arryn some time to reorient himself after the portal spit him, and Payne with him, out onto the hard floor of a dark alley between two buildings made of brick and mortar. He looked around slowly. He thought his ears must have been damaged from the journey here because he heard an absurd cacophony of sounds coming from almost every direction. Most prominent were the loud, blaring honks and screeching sirens the likes of which he'd never heard before coming from the mouth of the alleyway that led out onto a black, paved roadway occupied by gigantic, fast moving, self-propelling metal carriages of some kind. He was so absorbed in the sheer insanity of what he was staring at he almost forgot that he'd come with Daniel Payne, who now seemed to be absent. He had to find the old-timer; he hadn't been in the best shape when they left Aether. Instead of Daniel, though, there was a much younger man there beside him. A native of this world? Arryn was about to ask the man where he was when the lad surprised him by addressing him by name.

"Arryn...? Do you have any clue where we are? And also, what do I look like? I don't feel the same," the boy called to him.

Arryn was momentarily taken aback that this complete stranger knew who he was. Were the inhabitants of this world possessed with the magic of telepathy? Then he got a better look at the fellow. He had a completely different look to him--a much younger look--but he was wearing the same clothing that Daniel Payne had been wearing before they jumped in the portal. Unable to find words, Arryn stared at him wide-eyed and slack-jawed for some few long seconds. Now that he looked closely, he could just see Daniel's hard features in a younger, softer form within this newcomer's face. It seemed impossible, but combined with the disappearance of the man he knew and this one suddenly replacing him and knowing Arryn's name...could he really be...?

"Daniel? Is that you? But...that can't be--"

Arryn cut himself off when he was surprised again by the higher pitch in the voice that came out of his own mouth. It was totally different from the deeper, more mature tone he had what felt like just moments ago. He sounded now like he remembered sounding in the days of his adolescence. The portal had somehow aged them both downward, apparently. Fear began to rise within him. He tried to stand up. His attempt was hampered by just how unexpectedly heavy he found his clothing to be. They were not like that on Aether. It was like he was trying to stand while lifting a large sack of boulders. Despite that, though, he almost fought his way to his feet when his foot caught on the leg of his trousers, which now hung down well past where his legs ended. He tripped and fell right back onto his face. His nose smashed against the hard concrete floor and began to bleed and throb with pain. Groaning, Arryn put his hand to his nose and looked back and see what tripped him. He was astounded to find himself nearly swimming in the shirt and pants he'd come in; they were so tremendously large on his new frame, he suspected they all would've fallen right off him even if he had managed to stand. Daniel Payne--if this stranger really was Daniel--had not changed sizes all that drastically, only his age. His clothing still seemed to fit him well enough, if a bit baggier than before. It seemed the portal had only decided to drastically reduce Arryn's size to the point that his clothing no longer fit.

As he inspected his new body in its old, oversized clothing, his eyes fell on Mah'alleinir, which rested beside him. Or...what used to be Mah'alleinir. In the massive warhammer's place was now nothing but a much smaller simple wooden sledgehammer. He fought back the rising tide of panic he felt rapidly bearing down on him. His reduced size and age, the ridiculously loud contraptions roaring ceaselessly outside the alleyway, Daniel Payne's completely new identity, Mah'alleinir's new form...just what kind of insane world had the Mad Queen dragged them to? He tried to stand again--this time much more slowly and using the sledgehammer as a crutch. He kept a careful grasp on his pants and undergarments so they would not slip off of him when he managed to get to his feet.

"Daniel," he asked again with strain in his young voice as he tried to rise, "is that really you?" Arryn was almost hoping it wasn't true, that the real, older Daniel was just hiding around a corner somewhere and would pop out any second to condemn the younger imposter for stealing his identity.

He was almost to his feet this time when a door next to him that he had not noticed before tried to open and slammed into his body, knocking him down again.

"Ow!" he yelled as he crashed back down into the pavement again in a hopeless tangle of clothes, body parts, and his sledgehammer. That one was going to bruise. At least he hadn't fallen onto his face this time. He wiped at the blood still trickling down from his nose from the first fall with his now ill-fitting sleeve as a woman's voice called down from above him.

"Mother of--oh my--are you okay?"

"Um. Yeah, I think so. No worries." he called back uncertainly. He would have tried to rise again, but his trouser legs were hopelessly tangled now and he wasn't interested in falling down again. Yeah, he decided, he was just going to lay here a moment and wait for his impending sense of doom to recede a little bit before he tried anything else.

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[ReverseTex]

Daniel Payne

Daniel watched the young boy, who he believed was Arryn, next to him closely. His mannerisms were the same, though the physical aspect.... The boy’s current wide-eyed expression as he stayed a gasped... “Why wouldn’t it be me...?” Looking down at himself, his hands lacking their calluses and wrinkles from years of war, instead smooth with youth. Then he ran his hands along his face, chiseled and clean-shaven without his former scar from his lycanthropy... How?

Wincing as his companion slammed against the concrete, recognizing the oversized clothing the boy tripped over as his Athenian protégées. This was a strange world indeed... “Arryn my boy, we need to gather our surroundings... Check the sky for my time-.”

Daniel had cut himself off as the sound of a female voice echoed through the alley, causing a wave of caution to flood through him. Able to stand himself up, unlike on Aether, he casually made his way to assist Arryn. “We’re quite alright my lady...!” Daniel called above, his voice filled with suave vibrato that filled him with confusion. “‘Afraid we’re a bit lost though, travelers you see? Mind telling us where the nearest tavern is?”


Interactions / Mentions
Back alley of London. With Arryn.

MagicPenguin
koala

 

[koala]

Elena "Rose" Benoit

Late Afternoon
Elena's eyebrows were scrunched with worry as she gazed down at the man. She moved to help him up as her eyes unconsciously scanned his appearance. His hair was a mess and his clothes were at least eight sizes too large. Although she wasn't one to judge, she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.He almost looked like a confused pup wrapped in one too many blankets. Realistically, of course, she thought of the possibility that maybe he was a cosplayer or some kind of extreme fan. That was pretty common in the area plus Author's Attic was well-known to attract the attention of real life authors. Maybe he was there for a signing event and he was dressed as a character.

But the signing event isn't until next week and it's for an adult romance... not a fantasy... The woman's thoughts trailed off until she saw a streak of red under the man's nose. "Oh!" Elena exclaimed as she dug into all of her pockets. Her dainty hand finally felt a soft fabric and she pulled out a light blue handkerchief, the initials E.R.B stitched into one of the corners. "Here," she handed it to the man in hopes of adding to her apology, her dark eyes then wandering to the second man she had finally taken notice of.

"I'm sorry for um... knocking your friend over. People don't normally hang out in the alleyway." Elena's observant nature made it impossible for her not to analyze the second figure. He was much, much taller, which instantly made the twenty-one year old feel small, and admittedly a bit handsome. Only because he fit the description to a character in one of her old mini novels.

Elena laughed softly upon the realization that they were lost. That made a lot of sense considering it was London, but the fact that they found their way into an alley wearing extremely odd clothes was questionable. Her eyebrow raised at the mentioning of a "tavern," to which she responded with, "Tavern?" She laughed, her hair slightly covering the corners of her eyes as she dipped her head forwards. "Are you two actors or roleplayers or something?" Elena shook her head lightheartedly before crossing her arms and walking to the end of the alley. "There's a fancy hotel next to a pub around the corner, but it is a bit expensive and I don't think I condone drinking so early in the day." She pointed down the street before pointing at the other end of the alley. "There's a simple bed and breakfast down the street. The owner knows me so if you mention the name Elena, she'll happily give you a discount."

Pausing, she reached into her back pocket and pulled out a notepad and pen before scribbling a few numbers down. "Since you're travelers, I imagine you don't really know anyone else in London so feel free to call me if you run into any trouble." Elena handed the piece of paper that had her phone number and name on it to the taller fellow.

"Do you want to come in first? I imagine you too might want to clean up before venturing out into the evening. Plus..." Her soft yet melodic voice trailed off as her eyes scanned their attire once again. "The Bobbies might stop and question what you're wearing. I can maybe cut up and hem your clothing to make it less eye-catching?"

Elena went ahead and opened the back entrance to the store, the cool air seeping out like a massive wave. She knew Thomas would be more than welcoming to the two since he would often turn his own home into a hostel of sorts.

Bobbies & Peelers: Nicknames for police officers in London.

*Feel free to control Thomas

Outfit: 1
Location: Author's Attic
Interacting: Unknown male MagicPenguin , Unknown male ReverseTex

Spoiler: V2

Elena "Rose" Benoit

Outfit: 1
Location: Author's Attic[/USER]
Interacting: Unknown male MagicPenguin , Unknown male ReverseTex

Late Afternoon
Elena's eyebrows were scrunched with worry as she gazed down at the man. She moved to help him up as her eyes unconsciously scanned his appearance. His hair was a mess and his clothes were at least eight sizes too large. Although she wasn't one to judge, she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.He almost looked like a confused pup wrapped in one too many blankets. Realistically, of course, she thought of the possibility that maybe he was a cosplayer or some kind of extreme fan. That was pretty common in the area plus Author's Attic was well-known to attract the attention of real life authors. Maybe he was there for a signing event and he was dressed as a character.

But the signing event isn't until next week and it's for an adult romance... not a fantasy... The woman's thoughts trailed off until she saw a streak of red under the man's nose. "Oh!" Elena exclaimed as she dug into all of her pockets. Her dainty hand finally felt a soft fabric and she pulled out a light blue handkerchief, the initials E.R.B stitched into one of the corners. "Here," she handed it to the man in hopes of adding to her apology, her dark eyes then wandering to the second man she had finally taken notice of.

"I'm sorry for um... knocking your friend over. People don't normally hang out in the alleyway." Elena's observant nature made it impossible for her not to analyze the second figure. He was much, much taller, which instantly made the twenty-one year old feel small, and admittedly a bit handsome. Only because he fit the description to a character in one of her old mini novels.

Elena laughed softly upon the realization that they were lost. That made a lot of sense considering it was London, but the fact that they found their way into an alley wearing extremely odd clothes was questionable. Her eyebrow raised at the mentioning of a "tavern," to which she responded with, "Tavern?" She laughed, her hair slightly covering the corners of her eyes as she dipped her head forwards. "Are you two actors or roleplayers or something?" Elena shook her head lightheartedly before crossing her arms and walking to the end of the alley. "There's a fancy hotel next to a pub around the corner, but it is a bit expensive and I don't think I condone drinking so early in the day." She pointed down the street before pointing at the other end of the alley. "There's a simple bed and breakfast down the street. The owner knows me so if you mention the name Elena, she'll happily give you a discount."

Pausing, she reached into her back pocket and pulled out a notepad and pen before scribbling a few numbers down. "Since you're travelers, I imagine you don't really know anyone else in London so feel free to call me if you run into any trouble." Elena handed the piece of paper that had her phone number and name on it to the taller fellow.

"Do you want to come in first? I imagine you too might want to clean up before venturing out into the evening. Plus..." Her soft yet melodic voice trailed off as her eyes scanned their attire once again. "The Bobbies might stop and question what you're wearing. I can maybe cut up and hem your clothing to make it less eye-catching?"

Elena went ahead and opened the back entrance to the store, the cool air seeping out like a massive wave. She knew Thomas would be more than welcoming to the two since he would often turn his own home into a hostel of sorts.

Bobbies & Peelers: Nicknames for police officers in London.

*Feel free to control Thomas

 

[MagicPenguin]

Arryn Blacksmith
Alleyway

Arryn was eventually hoisted up and out of his dazed reverie by Daniel on one side of him and a pretty young woman on the other. He accepted the lady's handkerchief gratefully when she offered it to him for his nose. Or rather, he tried to. The long sleeves of his shirt hung well over his hands, making it difficult for him to reach out and grasp it. He fumbled with his shirt and the leather riding vest and cape that were over top of it until he was able to get his hand out from under all the layers of cloth. After much struggle, he managed to accept the woman's generosity.

"My thanks. It's a bit of a long story, but we came here with some friends from whom we were separated not long ago and seem to have run afoul of some nasty magic during our voyage here. My body was a lot larger a few minutes ago and my friend a good deal older."

He looked enviously up at Daniel, who had lost none of his height and seemed a good three or four inches taller than him now. Arryn was not used to looking up at people and it stung more than he would have expected it to. Come to think of it, the only thing about Daniel that seemed to have changed was his age and the loss of his accumulated scars and blemishes, so perhaps whatever magic had changed them had not been nearly so "nasty" to him.

Arryn dabbed at his nose and kept some pressure on it with the handkerchief to staunch the bleeding. He noticed the lettering "E.R.B." embroidered on the cloth's corner and was abruptly ashamed he was using such a fine token as this for something as mundane as a nosebleed. Such a thing as this back home would have only been carried by a noblewoman or merchant's daughter of some affluence and not easily given away to just anyone. Was this woman someone of influence in this world, then? Arryn thought she was dressed rather oddly to be a noblewoman, though. Most women on Aether, highborn or low, wore skirts of one kind or another. It wasn't totally unheard of for a woman to wear trousers, but it certainly wasn't common, and never among women of the upper class, yet this girl did. He could not decide in the end if he should address her as "miss" or "lady." Most puzzling, he thought. He decided to err on the side of caution and assume she was noble going forward; naming a common woman "lady" would carry few consequences other than embarrassment if he was wrong, but the opposite, misnaming a noblewoman with the improper form of address, was potentially deadly if she were one of the prickly types of noble. Once he was sure the bleeding had stopped, he offered the handkerchief back to her uncertainly.

When she asked if they were "roleplayers," Arryn wondered if that were some sort of occupation on this world. He wondered what a job like that might entail. She went on to list a number of places they could go from here, but most tempting to Arryn in his current predicament, she offered to help him with his clothing. He had been afraid he would have to somehow trudge through the thick crowds of people he could see in the streets wearing the now-cumbersome garments he'd arrived in. He did not even wait for Daniel's response before hastily accepting her offer on both of their behalves. He knew his friend was worried about the full moon at nightfall, but there still seemed plenty of time for that and he had to take care of his clothing before anything else. One problem at a time.

"Your hospitality would be most appreciated, My Lady. These clothes aren't exactly easy to move in anymore. I have some gold coins in my belt pouch here...somewhere...to pay you for the trouble." It occurred to Arryn that Aetherian currency might not be of any worth on this world even if his purse were still attached to his belt somewhere underneath all this fabric. "...or, well, we'll pay you back somehow, at least."

Before moving to follow her inside, Arryn remembered his manners. He bowed as deeply as his clothing would allow without falling off and introduced himself. "I am Arryn. I was trained as a blacksmith, so they call me Arryn Blacksmith where I am from. A pleasure to meet you, even under such strange circumstances, My Lady." He grabbed the sledgehammer that was once Mah'alleinir and followed her lead inside, making sure to place his feet carefully so he didn't trip again. He kept a careful hand on his pants to keep them up.

Once inside the building, Arryn was completely flabbergasted by everything he saw. There was light coming from small glass orbs hanging from the ceiling. The orbs were buzzing quietly as if they were bottles with fireflies inside of them to produce such a dazzlingly bright light. There were books everywhere, more than he'd seen anywhere outside the Church archives or the castle's library, and a multitude of large posters on the walls. Some of the posters depicted people with absurd vividness and accuracy. It was as if the images on them were not drawn, but actual scenes captured straight out of real life by some sort of unknown magic. Everything in here seemed to be a product of powerful magic the likes of which he never could have imagined in a thousand years back on Aether. Behind a counter, a man stood selling books to a line of people, all of them dressed in an odd, alien fashion he had never seen before. It was similar in some ways to the clothing adopted by their guide from the alleyway. A few of them noticed him and stared as if he were a man with no head. He heard a few guffaws. Every time the man behind the counter handed a customer a book, a small box made a high pitched dinging noise and spit out a drawer with coins and pieces of paper. The man looked toward them and addressed the lady who helped them in the alleyway.

"'Oy, Rosey, didn't I tell you to go on break? Hm? Who's this, then? You found some strays? Is the littler one alright? He looks pale as if he's seen a ghost! And what's he wearing?"

Suddenly, a deafening ringing noise came out of another, smaller box by the big man's elbow. It startled Arryn so much his feet got caught in the legs of his pants again and he nearly fell back on his butt. Luckily, Daniel was standing behind him and managed to keep him upright with steady hands on his shoulders. He heard some of the people in the line chuckle at his near-fall.

"Oh, just a sec. Gotta take this." The man behind the counter took off a piece of the box that was connected to the rest of it by a long, coiling rope and put one part of it on his ear and the other near his mouth. He spoke into it. His gruff tone of a few seconds ago was replaced by the happy, servile, almost docile tone of voice of a merchant as he addressed...the box? The people in the line? Arryn actually couldn't figure out who he was talking to.

"'Ello, this is Author's Attic! This is Tom speaking, how may I help you today?"

Arryn gulped and looked back wide-eyed at Daniel. His friend's face was unreadable, but his grip on Arryn's shoulders was tight enough to make him wince and he was staring at everything just as raptly as Arryn was. "Just what the hell have we gotten ourselves into this time, Daniel," he asked quietly, hoping only Payne could hear him.

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[ReverseTex]

Daniel Payne

Daniel had assisted the woman with lifiing Arryn, oddly thinking he would still be heavy. Dusting his friends shoulders off, noting to himself they’d have to find whatever clothing this realm preferred... Glancing down with his unnaturally icy-blue eyes towards the lady as he was addressed, he spoke. “We got turned around to be frank my dear... Ended up here and that’s kinda how my b-. Arryn. That’s how Arryn began his clumsy spree.” Daniel was the more methodical of the two, and silently hoped Arryn would allow the former general the liberty of speaking.

The woman’s laughter of the word “tavern” along with labeling them as actors or “role players” greatly confused him. She presumed a general and a war-born boy as actors...?! This world did play cool tricks on them...

Entering the building with the others, his icy eyes instantly began to scan the assortment of books and technologies of the buildings. Some books had vibrant casings, others more reminiscent of home. The light sources of the room reminded him of tiny suns, all providing warm and light. But the thing that scared him the most was the window, which outlooked the bustling street of metallic beats and loud noises.... The hairs on his neck rose, his senses starting to kick in.

Daniel realized his grip of Arryn had been tremendously strong, and immediately loosened it as the boy spoke to him. Sighing, he knew from his long-life experiences how to handle diversity and dark obstacles with a straight face, however his protégée was not as fortunate. He knew he was scared. Scared of what could be in this crazy world, scared of how they’d find the others from Blackrock, and frankly he was scared too... Bending his neck so his head was ear-level with Arryn’s he gave a low whisper that had ghostly reminiscent sounds to his aged chivalry on Aether. “Arryn my boy... I’ve learned to deal with this type of adversity my entire life, it’s not fun nor easy... Just keep a good head, and don’t look so star-struck with this world... I don’t know how to read these people yet, so just take everything slowly...” Straightening his neck after the small pep-talk, he tapped his partners shoulder comfortably, and once again kept his eyes on their host.

Interactions / Mentions
Back alley of London. With Arryn.

MagicPenguin
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[WillfulWren]

Silver Ferae, William's back garden - Dragonlord318 IG42
Pausing in her assault on Tannur, the silver haired girl stared at William, then went still. "I'm not injured!I'm fine, I'm good, I'm...Great?"

And with that, she ran out of words, just smiling at the human boy in a patronising way, as if she considered him stupid. Rather ironic, really. She twisted round to stare at the 'carts' flashing past, then wriggled, pushing lightly at Tannur's arm, as - in typical foolhardy Silver fashion - she wanted to get closer. "My clothes are fine!" She snapped at the stranger, baring her teeth. Sure, they were covered in blood and slightly ripped, but for Silver, that was pretty normal. At least it seemed she was still the same size here as she was on Aether, still tall and slender - though not as well muscled.

She didn't want to go inside with him,but then a thought occurred to her, and she grinned, scarlet eyes narrowing slightly as if she was scheming something. "Do you have food?" Silver asked, eyes fixing on William with a scary kind of intensity, like a cat observing a mouse.

Marcus Felis, a children's park - MagicPenguin
Laughter.That was what he noticed first.

The black haired boy blinked slowly, sitting up and taking notice of his surroundings. He was lying in dew-damp grass, a couple of hundred metres from several strange structures made of wood and some shiny looking material (plastic). The laughter came from the many children clambering over these structures,oblivious to his sudden appearance. Marcus shakily got to his feet, heterochromatic eyes scanning the area for his companions. He had barely changed in the journey from Aether, just his sharp teeth becoming normal and the points of his ears rounding.

He stumbled forward, then tripped over another body on the ground. He went down hard, crashing into the ground with muffled yelp, then looked at the person who he had fallen over and was now on top off. "I'm so sorry,I-" His eyes narrowed as he noticed a few odd things about the person, and he blanched, scrambling backwards. "My prince?" Marcus squeaked. "I-Is that you?"

 

[Clouds]

Hisae Shirakuni​

Location: Centrum, London.
Tags: Morbuskid

Scrolling through the pages of her social media account, she couldn’t help but notice the increase of followers in the last few weeks. Having done a few commercial spots for the newest geek store of the city, it certainly pulled some attention. Both gamers, manga/anime fans and collectors got their eye on her as if she was some kind of mythical creature that arrived on Earth only to please their eyes. A faint smile growing on her lips as she read the nice comments, ignoring those who didn’t like the attention she received, also called haters. Everybody was bound to have those if they wanted it or not. Life wasn’t so easy where everybody could be friends if they put enough effort into it. Sometimes it just didn’t work and she knew that very well.

Taking a sip from her coke as she waited for the rest of her order to arrive. Sighing as she craved for some food, especially since the smell from inside became better and better as more people started ordering. However, she noticed a rather strange being in the corner of her eye. Dressed in armour that seemed like it had been through a lot. Walking around the crowd, not stopping for people to even take a picture of him while dressed like that.

Her first thought was that the person certainly put some work into crafting that costume. For what would it have been? There weren’t any conventions at the moment so perhaps something else. A shoot? A small gathering? Or a public stunt to gain some followers or guide people to a certain store to buy stuff? They were all possibilities that she could think of. Her eyes lingering a bit too long on the craftsmanship, almost dropping her cell phone while at it. Barely tightening her grip on it or it would’ve crashed to the ground and buying a new one wasn’t exactly cheap.

Eventually she looked away and back to the crowd of people. Letting her thoughts drift away as she didn’t want to think too much for today. She just wanted some piece of mind now all her props were finished and sold, neither did she have any shoots this week either which was nice. It had been a while since she could relax like this.

Yet her blank mind started working again by the armoured man who came to sit at the table next to her. Raising an eyebrow at the male, turning her body around a bit so she could see him more clearly. “Depends on what kind of help you need.” She responded dryly without much of an emotion as she didn’t really feel like talking. However it would’ve been rude to just ignore the other.

 

[MagicPenguin]

Roland Fairchild
Children's Park

Marcus awoke Roland from a peaceful slumber when the boy all but fell on top of him. He'd been having a strange dream--an important one, he somehow knew--but now that he was back in the world of the waking, he could not recall any of the details of it. He groaned and pushed Marcus off of him, then slowly rose to his feet. He was puzzled that the shapeshifter had to even ask whether it was really him. "Of course it's me, lad. Who else would I be? Have we made it to Sol?"

Roland quickly caught on to Marcus's confusion when the two of them were both on their feet, standing side by side. He was looking up at Marcus. Roland had never been shorter than Marcus. He looked down at himself. His regal red jacket, embroidered all over with the dragon of his family, was baggy where it had been snug before he jumped in the portal. The legs of his pants were loosely dangling down into his knee high riding boots, which felt as though they wanted to fall off of his feet. Roland looked at his hands. They were smaller, almost childishly so. He rolled up the arms of his jacket and was very disturbed when he found his forearms totally bare. The sword he'd received from Arryn long ago seemed to have vanished. Had it fallen off during his trip through the portal? He hoped it turned up again soon. That sword had a lot of sentimental value, as well as being better made than ninety-nine percent of similar blades on Aether. He put it out of his mind for now, since there was nothing he could do about it, but he did hope it would turn up again.

He looked and sounded like a completely different person, he thought with wonder. "It would appear," he said to Marcus in his new adolescent voice, "that the portal did not just transport us to Sol. It also transformed me somehow." He took another look at Marcus who looked exactly the same as he'd been before. "But not you, apparently. Why would its magic affect me but not you," he wondered aloud.

He saw a gaggle of children climbing and wrestling on giant structures behind Marcus. The structures were odd enough, for Roland had never seen anything like them, but the children themselves were even stranger. He supposed he should have been prepared for them to be dressed so differently than any other children he'd seen before, given they were in a totally new world with totally new customs and fashions, but he still could not help but stare in amazement at them. In the distance, past the structures, he could see older men and women, some talking, some staring at a small rectangular object they held in their hands, apparently totally absorbed in whatever the things were. Roland decided to try and talk with them.

"Let's go, Marcus. I don't see Arryn or Daniel anywhere. Unless they've been transformed into even younger children than I am and are somewhere among the tykes playing over there. But I hope that is not the case. Let's try asking around, shall we? Maybe we'll get a better feel for this land and its people in the process."

He approached the adults watching the children from afar with an easy smile. "Excuse me. Hello. My name is Roland. My friend here is Marcus. We seem to have lost track of our other two friends. Have any of you seen a very large man with dark brown hair carrying a big hammer? Or perhaps an elder gentlemen, maybe in his late 50's or early 60's? They ought to be traveling together, I hope, but they might have gotten separated from one another as well."

They all looked at him strangely for a moment before a man in a black leather jacket answered. "Nah, man, sorry. No one like that. Say, that's a wicked cool jacket you're wearing. Where'd you get it? I wouldn't mind buying one for myself."

"Ah, I'm sorry to hear they haven't been here. This jacket was custom made by my tailor back home. I'm sorry to say you won't be able to find its like anywhere else. I must say, though, I admire your jacket as well. I've never seen a garment made entirely of shiny black leather like that. How did it get so shiny? And so many pockets, all lined with those silver metal ridges! Quite striking."

"You mean the zippers?"

"Is that what you call them? Yes, they're really quite something to look at," he said with genuine admiration.

He made some small talk with the man, who looked confused and at times mildly disturbed, and then walked back to Marcus. "No luck, I'm afraid. Hm. I suppose we should split up and look around a bit, maybe see if they've materialized somewhere nearby. What do you think, lad?"

WillfulWren

 

[Morbuskid]

Jack Fester

Sol- Unknown (Centrum, London)

Status- Weary/Starving/Bruised and Cut up/Homesick

Jack sighed, he didn't like being a bother and something tells him that she was either annoyed at his presence or an unfortunate event, either way he'd make it quick for her.

Moments ago she had almost dropper her strange box, which Jack had now taken a quick focus on, it appeared to have a light resonating from what seemed to be glass, projecting a rather strange set of colorful imagery, the formatting of it seemed neat, with small pictures too great in detail to have simply been painted. Jack was both mesmerized and slightly intimidated from it.

Quickly snapping himself out of his small trance, he looked to the girl and immediately he could see this emotionless glance, seeming to have little interest in what the day brings. "I am lost, I have been so since I arrived here. I-I just needed to know my surroundings you see." Jack had said, this look of regret which canvassed his face.

Jack sat their reflecting on how he would get back, if there was a way back, to mother. How would he fair in a world he is all too unfamiliar with? He probably had mother worrying sick about him, it didn't help that there was the destruction rune blowing up at Blackrock Castle, possibly supporting the evidence of his untrue destruction.

He shifted in his seat, resting his back against the chair, the plates of his armor shifted with him, he looked down at his sword, still wrapped up in his cape laying slumped and uneven on the table. He looked back to the white haired girl, "I am sorry for being an inconvenience," he finished. He sat there quietly for a moment, before looking up and listening to the white hair girl, before realizing that may now be as good of a chance to answer a question. "I also must ask, is coin of any value here?" Jack asked before sitting straight up.

Jack leaned over his side, his loose plates pinching each other, as he reached for his coin purse. It was a rough burlap-like material, with a hemp rope tie keeping the contents contained within the bag. He undid it from his belt before untying the tightly wound hemp rope from the neck of the bag, putting it on the table, the walls of the bag collapsed, slightly revealing the golden coins, each with the mark of Aetheria on them, he picked out some of the gold coins from his bag, they chinked softly as he bounced them in his metal palm. He showed them to the girl from there, holding over the gap that separates their tables, close enough for her to peer down into his palm to examine the coin.

As Jack showed her the coin, he examined the girl further, he noticed her eyes were sleek looking, he found them to be quite elegant. They were accentuated by long charcoal black eyelashes done in tidy strokes. Softly protruding were her glossy lips, almost like two soft pearls that lay across a smile, one she so lacked. The iris of her eyes, as they would be shifted towards the coin, had this appearance of a light but lively ocean blue, her hair like neat blanket of snow, white and majestic but done up in a rather strange style where a sphere of hair lay at the top of her head. Her skin was smooth, with a light tan to compliment the look.

Jack had lost his grip on reality at that moment, no one in Aetheria had managed to catch his eyes quite like she, so much so he didn't quite notice he was gawking, his lips slightly parted from each other, his hazel eyes softened. As she looked back to him, he closed his mouth, softly apologizing once more before looking down his feet, red from embarrassment, his cheeks turned to peaches, their soft red mixing with his olive skin.

He put some of the coins back in his purse, redoing the hemp rope tie around the neck of the bag, before placing it back on his belt, putting the few remaining gold coins on her table as if a way to say thanks. After that he slouched back down in his chair, trying to assess the next course of action.

Interactions- Clouds

 

[IG42]

Tannur - Back Garden

Glad that Silver had stopped trying to attack him for the moment Tannur managed to find his hypnotic ring and was about to use it to charm the stranger and get them out of the enclosed area when the stranger made an unexpected offer that made him stall for a moment. "Wait are you serious?" This local had found two trespassers on his land one of whom was both thoroughly bloodied up and behaving violently but instead of running for help or encouraging them to leave he was offering to clothe them.

He snapped out of his shock when Silver started trying to weasel food out the stranger too. "Now now, don't be greedy he's already offered us more than most." He admonished lightly. Quickly he made his mind up if the stranger wasn't just a charitable idiot he could still use the ring to hypnotise him or if it came down to it he was confident that even in their current state he and Silver together could overpower him, he wanted to save the enchanted ring as much as possible and blundering about with Silver still covered in blood wasn't the way to do that.

Cautiously releasing his companion Tannur inclined his head to the stranger. "That is a very kind offer and one we would be foolish not to accept. I am Tannur and my friend here is the very aptly named Silver." Considering they were in another realm entirely he didn't see any harm in using their actual names and trying to come up with an alias on the spot would probably just lead to Silver getting confused and contradicting him.

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[koala]

Elena "Rose" Benoit

Late Afternoon
If the clothes didn't hint at the two men's oddity, their speech did. She hadn't really payed attention to what they were saying and only caught a few words, like "magic" and a "voyage" or something along those lines. Did the young man mention something about him being larger and the other guy being older? Her mind was a bit of a fumbled mess as she tried not to express her often overbearing curiosity, remaining as composed and graceful as possible. The woman was truly beginning to think they really were extreme roleplayers that were on some kind of city adventure, where the city was actually a medieval playground and they the adventurers.

Or they could've been absolutely insane and she was possibly going to get killed for showing hospitality.

"I see..." Elena responded as she shuffled between the men to toss the two trash bags into their corresponding bins. When she turned around, the stranger drowning in his own attire had handed the handkerchief back to her, but she quickly declined and said he should keep it in the event his nose bleeds again. "I have plenty more of those," the woman laughed, her gaze temporarily meeting the taller man's icy eyes. Her head turned about as quickly as she had met his gaze, the possibility of his appearance matching that of one of her favorite novel characters growing. No! She thought, slightly pinching her hand to erase the thought. They could legitimately be crazy. But you're even crazier for speaking to them.

Cringing at being called "My Lady", Elena shook her head and waved her hands in front of her face like a mad woman. "Please do not call me that. Formalities make me very uncomfortable." Although the first part of her life was characterized by poverty and dirt, the latter half was met with a nanny and an actual maid. Her mother wanted to make their success and wealth a point by hiring them, but that only furthered Elena's discomfort and overall sadness. "It's also a pleasure to meet you, Arryn Blacksmith," she curtsied in a silly attempt to play along, her childlike nature seeping out while her face beamed with amusement, "My name is Elena Rosanne Benoit, but most people call me Rose."

Once they had entered the building, Thomas didn't hesitate to call out her defiance. Elena instantly shot back that breaks were for weaklings and how she indeed found some lost strays. "I think they're extreme roleplayers because they haven't made any sense so far," she joked as she eyed the two before standing next to the counter. The two men were looking around the bookstore like awed children, and she couldn't help but find the scene a bit adorable. "They're really odd, Tom," Elena whispered when he finished up with the last customer, "but they're the kind of odd that makes me want to help and play along, ya know?"

After Thomas was done with his phone call, he leaned against the counter and gave both of them the stink eye, before a cheeky grin formed from ear to ear. The two spoke for a bit, Elena mentioning that she was going to sew up Arryn's clothes for him so they were more presentable and possibly take them to the bed and breakfast passed the alleyway. That was when Thomas brought his hand up to silence her. "I've dealt with a crowd like those two before," Thomas said as he popped open the register with a loud ding, "Hell, I used to be one of them. They're on a quest, aren't they? Probably got 'raided' and had to make do with whatever clothes they could find." Thomas paused with a soft sigh, seeming to reminisce in his past before handing Elena thin wad of euros. "Get off early take 'em to a thrift store. I'm sure they need it plus we can't have you pokin' your fingers with your sewing skills."

Elena's expression probably said everything as Thomas began to push the three out of the store, her bag conveniently behind the counter and now in her hands. She looked at the two men, flabbergasted at what had just happened before taking notice of the wandering eyes. "Well... okay... um..." Elena muttered as she stuffed the money into her purse and turning to face the two. "So that was my boss, Thomas." She scratched her head, clearly lost on where to go from there. "We-I-Okay," she took a deep breath, "we're just going to go shop for clothes instead of me sewing yours up?" Elena turned to Arryn and waited for a look of confirmation.

"Is that okay with you... um... I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name." Elena apologized as she faced the other man.

Outfit: 1
Location: Author's Attic
Interacting: Thomas, Arryn MagicPenguin , Unknown male ReverseTex

Spoiler: V2

Elena "Rose" Benoit

Outfit: 1
Location: Author's Attic
Interacting: Thomas, Arryn Blacksmith MagicPenguin , Unknown male ReverseTex

Late Afternoon
If the clothes didn't hint at the two men's oddity, their speech did. She hadn't really payed attention to what they were saying and only caught a few words, like "magic" and a "voyage" or something along those lines. Did the young man mention something about him being larger and the other guy being older? Her mind was a bit of a fumbled mess as she tried not to express her often overbearing curiosity, remaining as composed and graceful as possible. The woman was truly beginning to think they really were extreme roleplayers that were on some kind of city adventure, where the city was actually a medieval playground and they the adventurers.

Or they could've been absolutely insane and she was possibly going to get killed for showing hospitality.

"I see..." Elena responded as she shuffled between the men to toss the two trash bags into their corresponding bins. When she turned around, the stranger drowning in his own attire had handed the handkerchief back to her, but she quickly declined and said he should keep it in the event his nose bleeds again. "I have plenty more of those," the woman laughed, her gaze temporarily meeting the taller man's icy eyes. Her head turned about as quickly as she had met his gaze, the possibility of his appearance matching that of one of her favorite novel characters growing. No! She thought, slightly pinching her hand to erase the thought. They could legitimately be crazy. But you're even crazier for speaking to them.

Cringing at being called "My Lady", Elena shook her head and waved her hands in front of her face like a mad woman. "Please do not call me that. Formalities make me very uncomfortable." Although the first part of her life was characterized by poverty and dirt, the latter half was met with a nanny and an actual maid. Her mother wanted to make their success and wealth a point by hiring them, but that only furthered Elena's discomfort and overall sadness. "It's also a pleasure to meet you, Arryn Blacksmith," she curtsied in a silly attempt to play along, her childlike nature seeping out while her face beamed with amusement, "My name is Elena Rosanne Benoit, but most people call me Rose."

Once they had entered the building, Thomas didn't hesitate to call out her defiance. Elena instantly shot back that breaks were for weaklings and how she indeed found some lost strays. "I think they're extreme roleplayers because they haven't made any sense so far," she joked as she eyed the two before standing next to the counter. The two men were looking around the bookstore like awed children, and she couldn't help but find the scene a bit adorable. "They're really odd, Tom," Elena whispered when he finished up with the last customer, "but they're the kind of odd that makes me want to help and play along, ya know?"

After Thomas was done with his phone call, he leaned against the counter and gave both of them the stink eye, before a cheeky grin formed from ear to ear. The two spoke for a bit, Elena mentioning that she was going to sew up Arryn's clothes for him so they were more presentable and possibly take them to the bed and breakfast passed the alleyway. That was when Thomas brought his hand up to silence her. "I've dealt with a crowd like those two before," Thomas said as he popped open the register with a loud ding, "Hell, I used to be one of them. They're on a quest, aren't they? Probably got 'raided' and had to make do with whatever clothes they could find." Thomas paused with a soft sigh, seeming to reminisce in his past before handing Elena thin wad of euros. "Get off early take 'em to athrift store across. I'm sure they need it plus we can't have you pokin' your fingers with your sewing skills."

Elena's expression probably said everything as Thomas began to push the three out of the store, her bag conveniently behind the counter and now in her hands. She looked at the two men, flabbergasted at what had just happened before taking notice of the wandering eyes. "Well... okay... um..." Elena muttered as she stuffed the money into her purse and turning to face the two. "So that was my boss, Thomas." She scratched her head, clearly lost on where to go from there. "We-I-Okay," she took a deep breath, "we're just going to go shop for clothes instead of me sewing yours up?" Elena turned to Arryn and waited for a look of confirmation.

"Is that okay with you... um... I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name." Elena apologized as she faced the other man.

 

[QizPizza]

Raijin did his best to protect the two of them, but the guard had access to some kind of magical weapon that sent pulses of lightning through his body. It was unpleasant to say the least. For some reason, I hurt even more than one of Zeus's lightning bolts, but that was most likely because of this pathetic body that he was stuck in. The thunder God was half tempted to run out of the alleyway and get hit by one of the magical carriages to see what would happen to him. However, the pain he experienced from the city guard's magical weapon indicated that immortality may no longer apply to him and Lucrezia.

He stayed on the ground twitching uncontrollably until the guards shackled him and dragged him into a one of the magical carriages and sat him next to Lucrezia. Raijin wanted to challenge the guards to an honor duel and show them that this body was not going to hinder his authority as the god of Thunder. Lucrezia had other ideas and gave him a light kick to the shin. He chose to trust his ally's wisdom, but with this strange world, it remains to be seen how far Lucrezia's wisdom will take them. He looked down at his shackles. They were flimsy even compared to those used against goblins, but he lacked the strength to break free. The his lack of strength bothered him to no end. What good was a god without any strength? At that point, he'd be an idol with no worshipers, and that was just embarrassing.

Taking a glance at Lucrezia, she seem just as confused and frustrated as he was. He sighed and leaned back into his seat for a nap. It was a hopeless endeavor, with all the noise of outside the carriage. He settled with closing his eyes and attempting to collect his thoughts.

After what felt like ten minutes, the carriage stopped and the two of them were dragged out of the car into a building. The interior was incredibly strange. Sparkling tile floors that only the human nobles could afford, lamps on the ceiling that shone like the sun, and pieces of masterfully crafted furniture everywhere. As he gazed in awe at the extravagance of what was supposed to be a guard station, the city guards shoved him into a small room with an iron chair and wooden table.

The guards took away all he had: his Taiko Drums, whatever was left of Fujin's Bag of Winds, Thunderclap, and his pants. At the very least, they provided him with another set of clothes that fit him much better. The grey long sleeved shirt and grey pants were quite comfortable in Raijin's opinion, but it did not make up for the fact that they took away his belongings. He tried to protest, but they simply held him back and forced him to urinate into a cup. All of which was humiliating for a being such as him. After waiting in silence for half an hour, one of the guards entered with a stack of papers.

"Greetings, I am Officer Simmons. Sir, you have been been charged with resisting arrest, assaulting an officer, indecent exposure, sexual assault, and the consumption of illegal substances. Would like you to explain yourself?"

"Your city guards should not have interfered with the business of the god of Thunder. If I had any of my powers, I would make an example of the entire city right now."

"..." Simmons took a moment of silence to write on his papers. "Sir, what is your name? Will you cooperate at least that much?"

Raijin kept staring straight at the police officer. He slowly responded, "I am Raijin, the God of the Roaring Thunder." The last bit of his title did not translate into English, as it was in the Oni tongue.

"Pardon me, Raijin..." He made a rolling motion with his hand.

"Ka-mi-nar-i" Raijin repeated the last part of his title slowly, using tones more familiar to humans. He did not want to cooperate, but he did, because the guards held authority over his life as of now.

"That wasn't so hard, now was it, Mr. Kaminari? I will ask you a few more questions, is that alright?" Raijin reluctantly nodded his head and the police officer continued. "What were you doing in the alleyway where Officer McGregors and Officer Walters, and what is your relation to the woman you were with?"

Not wanting to divulge too much information about his circumstances, Raijin proceeded carefully. "The woman is my employer...so to speak. We just happened to end up in that alleyway while avoiding the Church."

"I don't like the Catholics myself, but isn't that a bit much? And you don't see many male prostitutes around here." Simmons let out a light laugh before composing himself. "In all seriousness, I could care less about your profession, but you should..."

"WHAT?!" Raijin jumped out of his chair and did his best to slam to table. "Do not associate me with such scum! I have my honor as an Oni! I would never whore myself like some lowly human!"

Two officers came into the room and made Raijin sit down again as he thrashed around. Simmons calmly continued, "I apologize for making such an assumption, but you really must calm down, Mr. Kaminari. We will move on, alright? Were you in possession of any illegal substances, Mr. Kaminari?"

"What are these 'illegal substances'?"

"Were you in possession of any drugs or alcohol. Your behavior indicates that you are highly intoxicated. As evidenced by this conversation, you do not appear to be in your right mind."

"I assure you that I am not drunk. I can easily drink an entire casket of Dwarven Ale without an issue and I am perfectly sane"

Simmons sighed and rubbed his temples. "This is going to be a long damn night."

Rai Kaminari​

Physical Status:
Handcuffed
Emotional/Mental Status:
Frustrated
Location: London - Unknown Police Station

Interacting With:
Mentioned: Avari​

 

[MagicPenguin]

Arryn Blacksmith
Author's Attic

Thomas ushered the three of them out the front door and onto the bustling streets. Arryn had thought that, after what he'd seen inside, there wouldn't be anything that could shock him any more than he'd already been shocked. He was wrong. He grew up in one of the biggest cities on Aether, Alcamoth, so he was no stranger to magnificent buildings and streets cramped with people trying to get from one place to another, but he'd never encountered anything like this. From where he stood, he had a better view now of the black pavement on which the monstrous metal carriages propelled themselves forward without any horses whatsoever. Some ways down the road, the carriages sometimes stopped at the intersection between this road and another that bisected it from another direction. On either side of the black road were grey walkways thronged with strangely dressed people crammed together shoulder-to-shoulder all trying to move in the same direction. Some of them were dressed in simple clothing similar to what Rose was wearing. Others, mostly men, were dressed in crisp black jackets and pants with a strip of fabric hanging from their necks. This seemed more formal. Others still had totally outlandish fashions, even by Sol standards. One man had, in place of hair, a completely bald head except for a single purple strip across the middle of his skull that stood straight up in a multitude of spikes. In addition to all the strange sights, just as overwhelming was just how deafeningly LOUD everything was. The carriages especially when they suddenly honked and beeped. Arryn had to constantly fight the urge to cover his ears and block all the insanity out. So distracted was he with everything he was seeing, the blacksmith missed what Rose was telling him.

"I'm sorry, what did you say," he said in a small, wonder-filled voice. She repeated herself, telling him they were going to go to the store across the street to get him new clothing. Arryn paled. "But...the metal carriages! How will we get across safely?"

She merely rolled her eyes and then told him and Payne to follow. They injected themselves into the moving crowds. In a situation like this, Arryn was used to being able to see over everyone's head and, if need be, using his size and strength to push his way through the throngs with relative ease. He felt blind and weak as a newborn kitten as all the taller folk blocked his view and jostled him here and there. He could not see where they were going, but Rose maneuvered them surely and swiftly, apparently with complete certainty that she knew exactly where she was and which way she needed to go in order to get to the store. He could not understand how she was so sure of herself without being able to see over top of the people on all sides of them. Eventually, they halted at the intersection where the metal carriages sometimes stopped. Arryn saw now that the giant machines actually were not stopping randomly here. They were heeding a set of colored signals hanging high above the road. They went unimpeded when a green light was brightly lit, but eventually it turned yellow, causing them to slow, and finally red, ushering them all to a complete stop. Across the street on the other walkway, a similar set of lights showed a red hand changing into a little green man. Everyone began to move, but Arryn hesitated, staring suspiciously at the stationary carriages. Would they truly remain where they were long enough for the people to cross? Was he truly ready to trust his life to nothing but a red light and a little green man?

The choice was taken out of his hands when an angry voice shouted behind him, calling him a "stupid wanker" and then pushing him harshly forward. He had no choice then but to go with the crowd or else be trampled by them. No one would've dared to try that when he was bigger, he thought glumly. He walked carefully across, always keeping one suspicious eye on the beastly metal contraptions waiting for the green signal so they could run him down. Despite his fears, though, they made it to the other side without issue. Arryn let out a breath he did not even realize he'd been holding. Rose continued to plow forward, occasionally looking over her shoulder to be sure he and Daniel were still following, sometimes gesturing impatiently for them to hurry it up. Sure enough, before long they found themselves outside of the clothing store she pointed out to them from across the street.

Inside, there were so many choices to pick from, so many colorful shirts and pants and shoes and any other manner of clothing one might need, Arryn had trouble picking. He eventually settled on a white, short sleeved shirt and a dark green hooded sweater to go over top of it along with a pair of blue trousers made of a rough-feeling material that had many pockets along the sides and back of them. He got a pair of white socks and comfortable brown boots to go with it. They gathered all of their selections in hand to the front desk, where a short line had formed. Between holding his overlarge clothing up, handling all of his prospective purchases, and keeping another hand on his wooden sledgehammer, Arryn could hardly walk and he felt like a complete fool. Despite this, he somehow made it to the line without dropping anything. There, Arryn watched with interest how transactions were handled in this world. Some people paid by handing the saleswoman various pieces of paper and coins. Others just brandished a small, colorful, rectangular piece of some material that Arryn did not recognize. The client would swipe the small card through a device on the counter. The device would ding, the patron would poke several times at the front of the device, and then the woman would bag their purchases for them. Then they would be on their way and the next customer would step up. Those transactions involved no actual exchange of currency that Arryn could see and it confused him greatly; however, he was struck by a sudden bit of inspiration after seeing it done exactly the same way a few times. He put his purchases down and fumbled through all his old clothing for the pouch on his belt that held his purse. Inside the same pouch, he found the small blank piece of paper that Miss Lyra had given him shortly before they left Aether. She was not able to tell him exactly what it did. She only said that it would help them "fit in" if they found themselves in trouble on Sol. He had a suspicion this was a situation in which it might help, but he could not be sure. Only one way to find out.

When it was their turn to step up, Daniel and Arryn put their collective purchases on the counter for the saleswoman to see. She examined them, pushed some buttons, and eventually quoted them a price. Rose began to dig in her purse, but before she could find whatever she was looking for, Arryn handed the saleswoman his blank piece of paper. "I can use this here, right?" A look of apparent alarm crossed both Daniel and Rose's faces, though Daniel seemed to quickly catch on to what he was attempting to do. As far as he could tell, none of the patrons in the line behind him could see what he handed the merchant. The saleswoman took the paper in a tense hand and suddenly looked very cross.

"Is this some kind of--"

Abruptly, she cut herself off and her angry facial features slackened. Her mouth hung open and her eyes took on a glazed, faraway look, as if she were in a trance. "The customer is always right..." she murmured in a small, distant voice. She swiped Arryn's paper through the same device the other clients with cards had used. The display of the thing glitched for a moment before dinging as it had for the rest. The woman handed him back the piece of paper. "Thanks for shopping with us. We hope to see you again." They walked away from the counter with all their purchases in hand. As the next patron stepped up, the spark of life re-entered the saleswoman's eyes and she acted as if the last two minutes had never occurred. Arryn ordinarily might have felt bad that he had basically robbed this woman, but as far as he could tell he'd done nothing differently than any of the other people who handed her cards had done. He hadn't given her any money, but neither had they. He just accepted that sometimes you didn't have to give people money on this world to buy something, as little sense as it seemed to make. Very little on Sol seemed to make much sense at all, he reflected. Rose pointed out a room in the back of the store to him and told him he could change in there. He gathered all his belongings and shuffled awkwardly to where she directed, leaving Payne and her alone while he got changed.

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[ReverseTex]

Daniel Payne
Daniel remained ghostly quiet throughout the venture off the outside world, his heightening senses magnifying the deafening noise around them. Tempted to cover his ears at first, though quickly realizing that would be arbitrary in this world, he settled for squinting... Glancing down towards Arryn, the child-like bewilderment only extremely evident on his new face...

His icy orbs studied the concrete jungle around him carefully. Those metallic machines roared around him, the smoke they exhaled blinding the stench of the city... Daniel snapped from thought as he realized him and Arryn were lagging behind their host, and quickly nudged his friend along.

The three entered the clothing store, which had a mass variety of apparel. Very youthful in appearance... Choosing the most professional look possible; Daniel picked a large grey trench coat, a slate-colored suit to match, maroon tie, and a pair of sunglasses to shield his squinting from the noises. Joining Arryn at the counter, he watched with unreadable amusement as the woman at the transactions area blindly took the parchment given to her by Arryn. Once satisfied the clothing was his, Daniel returned to the room he had tried the clothes on in, and quickly exchanged attire...

Daniel exited the changing room before his companion, leaving him alone with the woman named Rose. Sliding on the sunglasses over his icy orbs, he glanced down at the young woman. “My name is Daniel Payne... Apolgies for not letting you know sooner, it’s just when I’m in a new place im very cautious. Arryn is a little more... Excitable. Now, I hope we haven’t bothered you with our nativity, so we’ll leave you be if you wish.”



Interactions / Mentions

Spoiler: Outfit

MagicPenguin
koala

 

[WillfulWren]

MagicPenguin

"I'm...Taller than you." Marcus said, with a faint hint of wonderment in his voice, and he even had the nerve to laugh quietly. His normally serious features go beyond 'sorta cute' to 'AADSSJKKHHH ADORABLE' level when he laughs like that, with that sweet innocence that makes his relation to a certain other person all the more obvious. "Yeah, I think this is Sol...Maybe?"
"And it has affected me! My fangs are gone, and my ears are rounder!...Maybe it just made us into young adults and that's why I'm not as affected? It's a theory, at least..."
He felt uneasy, his senses at the level of a normal humans. If one of the children had been Arryn or Daniel, Marcus wouldn't have been able to scent them, or even hear their distinct voices from this small distance. He trailed after Roland like a little shadow, looking anxious. Not that that was anything new.

"Sir, maybe we should try looking somewhere else? We would have spotted them already if they were here...."

 

[Dragonlord318]

Tannur - Back Garden

Glad that Silver had stopped trying to attack him for the moment Tannur managed to find his hypnotic ring and was about to use it to charm the stranger and get them out of the enclosed area when the stranger made an unexpected offer that made him stall for a moment. "Wait are you serious?" This local had found two trespassers on his land one of whom was both thoroughly bloodied up and behaving violently but instead of running for help or encouraging them to leave he was offering to clothe them.

He snapped out of his shock when Silver started trying to weasel food out the stranger too. "Now now, don't be greedy he's already offered us more than most." He admonished lightly. Quickly he made his mind up if the stranger wasn't just a charitable idiot he could still use the ring to hypnotise him or if it came down to it he was confident that even in their current state he and Silver together could overpower him, he wanted to save the enchanted ring as much as possible and blundering about with Silver still covered in blood wasn't the way to do that.

Cautiously releasing his companion Tannur inclined his head to the stranger. "That is a very kind offer and one we would be foolish not to accept. I am Tannur and my friend here is the very aptly named Silver." Considering they were in another realm entirely he didn't see any harm in using their actual names and trying to come up with an alias on the spot would probably just lead to Silver getting confused and contradicting him.

WillfulWren Dragonlord318

WillfulWren IG42

William raised an eyebrow at the girl's response. "I'm not injured! I'm fine, I'm good, I'm...Great?" With her smile combined with her tone, it was as if she didn't appreciate the question. Then, the way she looked at him when she asked for food, it told him she was a survivor. He mentally acknowledged this. A survivor who didn't want to be cared for physically, but took advantage of others. He almost chuckled darkly.

The boy admonished her in a gentle way, as if he genuinely cared for her. Then when he let her go after she calmed down, his body language showed he was relieved, not agitated or even concerned that she'd run. He did see the boy's eyes drift to his weapon earlier, so he obviously wasn't ignorant or careless. Also a survivor.

No, this was no kidnapper. Two homeless teens down on their luck. And who was this...Lucy...Lucreesa that the girl was going on about? Maybe a mother figure or a friend.

He nodded. "I'm Billy. It's a pleasure." He stepped aside and motioned to the back door which opened directly to the kitchen. "Come on inside and sit down."

 

[MagicPenguin]

Roland Fairchild
Children's Park

"That's a good idea, lad," said Roland in response to Marcus. "Let's look somewhere else. Let's try..." Roland looked all around in every direction. He supposed it didn't matter where they started since the others were just as likely to be anywhere; however, Roland heard a great deal of noise coming from over top of the hill to the East. Curious what it was, he figured that was as good a place to start looking as any.

"Let's try this direction!" He proclaimed more confidently than he felt. He marched toward the hill with young Marcus hot on his heels. When they got to the top, Roland was amazed at the sight he saw. All the bright lights and people were certainly something, but most of all Roland found his attention captured by just one spectacular thing. Massive metal contraptions racing back and forth over a black paved road.

"Amazing..." he said with awe. He moved toward one of the machines that was stationary on the side of the black pavement. It was a small red one with no roof. On the inside, he could see four seats of the same sort of oddly shiny leather as the man's coat from earlier. On the right side, there was a circular thing near the front seat. Underneath were two pedals like on a piano. Roland looked out again at the machines moving in the street. He could see people inside of them, sitting at similar wheel-like devices on the right side of their machines. Seeing how the gigantic vehicle was operated, Roland hopped over the thing's door and into the chair with the wheel. He looked all around the inside, pushing at the pedals below and all the strange buttons between the seats. Nothing happened. He kept on fiddling with it. He was beyond excited to try and operate one of these fantastic beasts, but he could not for the life of him figure out how to make it move like all the others.

"Marcus!" he said excitedly to the boy. "Can you believe all this?! It's incredible! They move faster than horses!" He gestured for the nervous looking boy to come and join him in the machine he had entered. "Come, boy. Help me figure out how to make this thing move! Let's try it out!"

WillfulWren

 

[koala]

Elena "Rose" Benoit

Late Afternoon
Most of the hour was spent maneuvering through massive crowds and making sure the two men that were following didn't trail off. For some reason Elena felt deeply responsible for them, like a mother towards her ducklings. It wasn't like she had an obligation to be as nice as she was, but some times changes were a must. Helping the lost "travelers" was surely a refreshing experience, even if they were appearing crazier and crazier by the minute.

Once they made it safely to the thrift store, Elena led the men to their designated section and pointed out some thing that might look nice on them. She didn't really say much besides nodding her approval at some of their choice or appearing completely blank. Thankfully, it didn't take long for them to pick items out and head to the register. Standing there a bit awkwardly, Elena tried her best to avoid the judgmental and curious gazes from those behind and in front of them while in line. On a normal occasion, onlookers hardly bothered her but it was difficult not to feel self-conscious.

When it was finally their turn, Arryn and the other figure stepped up to check out their belongings. One of them must've paid because during the few seconds she spent digging through the mess of her purse, they were already grabbing the clothes and moving to the side. Elena tilted her head as she processed they probably do have their own money. Why wouldn't they? She thought as she directed them towards the changing rooms. They're travelers.

The taller, icy-looking guy was the first one to step out and Elena couldn't hide her expression. It was nearly 30 degrees Celsius and he was dressed like it was late fall instead of early summer. "Are you not hot?" Elena asked with pure confusion and interest, her dark eyes scanning him from top to bottom. Instead of pressing the matter further, she simply moved to the side and made room for the skyscraper as they waited for Arryn.

The movement of hand and black object moving towards his eyes forced her to turn her head, her eyes seeming to be open doors once again. Sunglasses indoors?? She practically screamed in her head as the situation became even weirder. His next few words clean-slated her mind, however, as he finally introduced himself as 'Daniel Payne'.

"Don't worry about it, Daniel. Dan. Danny. Do you have a nickname or do you just prefer Daniel?" Elena chuckled lightly as she swung her weight gently on the balls of her feet. Her curiosity at that point of the day was nearly off the charts. She really wanted to bombard them with questions, her inner writer screaming for attention. Their attire, their behaviors, their actions, and even their speech were far too odd not to question. Elena had come across extremists before, but never ones that remained in their roles for so long.

"You haven't bothered me. This has probably been the most exciting thing that's happened in months. Heck, if you need help during your trip here, I'd be happy to be your tour guide." And that was the truth. She'd spent the last couple months working, singing, and writing lame short stories about an elephant and a giraffe. Class was practically nonexistent and her mother was M.I.A., which was both a relief and a disappoint if she was being honest with herself. Her eyes glazed over as she suddenly entered a phase of deep thought before the shine finally returned.

"I do have a question though. Maybe a few, actually." Elena stated as she turned to face Daniel, her eyes awkwardly looking at the black lenses, "Are you guys actors or something? You two are probably the most interesting pair I have met in my twenty-one years of living. Does everyone talk the way you do where you're from? Because you almost sound like a wise elder. Where do y-" Realizing that she had gone on one of her rambles, the woman's cheeks flushed a light pink. Her body turned towards the changing rooms, and she let out an embarrassed laugh as she pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry," Elena apologized as she kept her eyes forwards. "Don't feel obligated to answer anything I ask. My friends tell me I'm an old soul with the curiosity of a toddler. Gets me into weird situations."

Outfit: 1
Location: Thrift store
Interacting: Thomas, Arryn MagicPenguin , Unknown male ReverseTex

Spoiler: V2

Elena "Rose" Benoit

Outfit: 1
Location: Thrift store
Interacting: Arryn Blacksmith MagicPenguin , Daniel Payne ReverseTex

Late Afternoon
Most of the hour was spent maneuvering through massive crowds and making sure the two men that were following didn't trail off. For some reason Elena felt deeply responsible for them, like a mother towards her ducklings. It wasn't like she had an obligation to be as nice as she was, but some times changes were a must. Helping the lost "travelers" was surely a refreshing experience, even if they were appearing crazier and crazier by the minute.

Once they made it safely to the thrift store, Elena led the men to their designated section and pointed out some thing that might look nice on them. She didn't really say much besides nodding her approval at some of their choice or appearing completely blank. Thankfully, it didn't take long for them to pick items out and head to the register. Standing there a bit awkwardly, Elena tried her best to avoid the judgmental and curious gazes from those behind and in front of them while in line. On a normal occasion, onlookers hardly bothered her but it was difficult not to feel self-conscious.

When it was finally their turn, Arryn and the other figure stepped up to check out their belongings. One of them must've paid because during the few seconds she spent digging through the mess of her purse, they were already grabbing the clothes and moving to the side. Elena tilted her head as she processed they probably do have their own money. Why wouldn't they? She thought as she directed them towards the changing rooms. They're travelers.

The taller, icy-looking guy was the first one to step out and Elena couldn't hide her expression. It was nearly 30 degrees Celsius and he was dressed like it was late fall instead of early summer. "Are you not hot?" Elena asked with pure confusion and interest, her dark eyes scanning him from top to bottom. Instead of pressing the matter further, she simply moved to the side and made room for the skyscraper as they waited for Arryn.

The movement of hand and black object moving towards his eyes forced her to turn her head, her eyes seeming to be open doors once again. Sunglasses indoors?? She practically screamed in her head as the situation became even weirder. His next few words clean-slated her mind, however, as he finally introduced himself as 'Daniel Payne'.

"Don't worry about it, Daniel. Dan. Danny. Do you have a nickname or do you just prefer Daniel?" Elena chuckled lightly as she swung her weight gently on the balls of her feet. Her curiosity at that point of the day was nearly off the charts. She really wanted to bombard them with questions, her inner writer screaming for attention. Their attire, their behaviors, their actions, and even their speech were far too odd not to question. Elena had come across extremists before, but never ones that remained in their roles for so long.

"You haven't bothered me. This has probably been the most exciting thing that's happened in months. Heck, if you need help during your trip here, I'd be happy to be your tour guide." And that was the truth. She'd spent the last couple months working, singing, and writing lame short stories about an elephant and a giraffe. Class was practically nonexistent and her mother was M.I.A., which was both a relief and a disappoint if she was being honest with herself. Her eyes glazed over as she suddenly entered a phase of deep thought before the shine finally returned.

"I do have a question though. Maybe a few, actually." Elena stated as she turned to face Daniel, her eyes awkwardly looking at the black lenses, "Are you guys actors or something? You two are probably the most interesting pair I have met in my twenty-one years of living. Does everyone talk the way you do where you're from? Because you almost sound like a wise elder. Where do y-" Realizing that she had gone on one of her rambles, the woman's cheeks flushed a light pink. Her body turned towards the changing rooms, and she let out an embarrassed laugh as she pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry," Elena apologized as she kept her eyes forwards. "Don't feel obligated to answer anything I ask. My friends tell me I'm an old soul with the curiosity of a toddler. Gets me into weird situations."

 

[ReverseTex]

Daniel Payne
Daniel tucked his hands within his coat pockets, enjoying the security the large overcoat gave him. The sunglasses also helped, allowing him to close his eyes, trying to cancel out all the exterior noises. The beeps, the clicks, the buzzes, it was endless...

Perking his head up as Rose began to speak to him, he glanced down to his side to lock eyes with her. “No not really. I’m used to much worse...” Her next response truly exposed her youth, as her quizzical nature engulfed the conversation. Daniel couldn’t help but simper, amused by her questions. He was a cold old man, but his heart was warm... Pausing before he began his answers to her endless questions, he heaved a light sigh.

“Just Daniel dear... As for Arryn and I, we’re soldiers to say the least. That little boy may not look like it, but he’s one of the strongest men I know... And yes my dialect is reflected in my homeland, though I am a bit more... Experienced that most.” Luckily Arryn had finally left the dressing room at last, saving him from the endless curiosity of their host. Turning down to his small friend, he spoke. “Now that we’re clothed, I do think we need to find a supply store, as well as a very secluded place. Also, if you could give us a map that would be spectacular.” Hoping Arryn agreed of allowing Daniel’s priorities first, he tapped his foot anxiously on the wood floors of the thrift shop.

Interactions / Mentions

Spoiler: Outfit

MagicPenguin
koala

 

[WillfulWren]

Marcus Felis, a main road (?) - MagicPenguin
Of course, he was shocked by all the metal machines, and wanted to watch them go by his his mouth agape, but then...Then the prince climbed into one and Marcus panicked.

"Are...Are you sure you should be doing that? What if it belongs to someone, like horses do? Then we'd be like thieves!" Well, not like thieves, they would be thieves but -

"Hey mate! Whaddya think ya doing in my car?!" A rough voice yelled, and Marcus flinched, dragging a hand down his face.
"I knew it..." He muttered, reaching into the machine to tug at Roland's coat sleeve. "Come on sir, we should go..." He said in an agitated manner.

(Sorry for short replies, I'm doing them on my tablet so-)